the beginning of
the end starts off
unmarked, gathers
up her skirt with
some sense of
loss and
purpose, seeks
odd company.
and when
the end of the
end finally arrives,
someone will go
back to mark the
beginning of
the end, so faintly
that we may never
find our way back,
not even
if we had never
meant to leave
.
20170129:1710
y

with time, the lines we
draw are as imperceptible
as the ones we do
not draw, leaning
on the way we
recognize one
another, hold each
other’s identities
and desires in imperfect
balance. i am standing
in the shower again
for a moment longer,
no, even longer,
examining
the newest line
we have drawn, the old
lines we have crossed
.
20170102:1253
y

on this side of
midnight, the heart holds
dress rehearsals for
pain, so that
by daybreak, every
word is appropriately
costumed, every feeling
suitably polished,
and we won’t at all
look towards each
other, waitinghopelessly for
the next line
.
20161017:0122
y

the line between standing
and falling curves
so naturally, there will
be minutes when you
can no longer tell
which way is
up, hours when it
feels so right,
and merely seconds
when it makes a
consequential difference
.
20160915:0011
y